This is an account from a nice lady I had the pleasure of meeting last year, its 100% true, again as always if you like my works please consider buying me a coffee there is a link on my profile, any donations are greatly appreciated. Thanks to Laura for emailing me back about our meeting, hopefully there may be a part 2 soon. My name is Laura, I’m 68 years y...
Ann arrived at the Buckaroo parked her compact car in the parking lot, got out, locked her purse inside, and walked toward the nightclub's entrance. The parking lot was filled with cars and pickup trucks, and country music boomed in the air. They weren't much for soft music in this place. She went inside and stood just inside the door until her eyes adjuste...
The neighbour is up again. He likes to sit on his back porch and smoke Camel cigarettes and sneakily peer over the fence into my kitchen. I catch his gaze every so often but pretend not to do so; I know I should be outraged by such a breach of privacy but for some unfathomable reason I'm not. He must be close to seventy. When I first moved in we would strik...
Chapter 8 HEREAFTER It all began the evening a group of us had got together to have a few drinks as a way of celebrating a mutual friend's birthday. The pub was crowded and noisy with mainly youthful after-work drinkers and as we were all in our thirties and forties we probably stood out in various ways. But apart from having to speak rather more loudly th...
Note: In Chapters One and Two, Nightingale Synge, 50, sacrificed her nursing career in hopes of restoring virility to young Gregory Wilson wounded in the Great War. A woman of keen sensuality and frequent masturbation, but still a virgin, she has found her objectivity under siege by her strong attraction to the scarred but very handsome young captain. Her te...
The woman who enters the room is nothing like I imagined – in fact, she is so normal, so average, that I am both relieved and disappointed. "Madame Ariane" is in middle aged, not particularly tall, slightly plump. She wears an ordinary sweater and jeans – no leather, no chains, nothing that I would have associated with a domme. "Your sister wants me to int...
We are Mike and Janet and we've have been married for nineteen years. We have two sons, ages thirteen and eleven. Viewed from the outside our marriage would seem to be as normal as any other, but not quite so normal if seen from the inside. I'm 46, 6'1", 215 (ish!) pounds with brown hair and eyes. Janet is 41, 5'2" 120, 34C, reddish blonde hair and blue eye...
Tonight I know we will be watched, by whom I do not know. I'm standing in the room naked, I've put on my wrist cuffs and blindfold and now I must be patient. You enter the room, even without shoes on I can hear more than one person. Before I can begin to panic you are standing next to me with your hand resting on my hip. You whisper in my ear, "relax you...
My name is June. I'm a fat girl and proud of it. I bet you don't hear that every day. That's alright. I'm not an everyday, ordinary person either. I stand six feet tall and I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. I'm a sports fanatic. Just about every sport. Soccer. Basketball. Softball. Wrestling. Volleyball. Tennis. I've tried them all and I excel at just ab...
We're lying on a grassy hill by this gorgeous lake somewhere pretty far away from the party we were just at. Its past midnight, but I really don't know anything beyond that. Details are blurry right now...all that matters is the warm weight on my chest and the vanilla scented hair brushing my cheek. Oh god...the lights are so bright. So colorful and shimme...